Coretta Scott - The Way Home lyrics

I can't believe she's finally here Two weeks and I dread this whole damn trip (how awkward this will be) Smoke that take three of these, and go to sleep I'll see you when you wake up, if you wake up... On her way home harsh winds blow the metal from wings She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky day Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky Tears and make-up smear conveyor belts at security gates I'm incognito as I'm checking plastic bags full of body parts, please pay no attention to moving limbs Her time of death, our time of death was long ago On her way home harsh winds blow the metal from wings She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky day Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky It's her lucky day It's her lucky day Way home harsh winds blow the metal from wings She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky day Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky Way home harsh winds blow the metal from wings She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky Way home, I'm breaking her heart, breaking her heart She knows her plane's not landing, it's her lucky Way home (it's her lucky) Way home (it's her lucky)